Page 17 of Giving It to the Enemy

Chapter Four

Elena’s heart was racing, and her pussy was so wet. Should she tell him she was a virgin? What would he do when he saw the scars on her back? Instead of relishing the kiss, and looking forward to getting naked, she felt herself start to freeze up, to expect the disgust and rejection she’d experienced so many times before.

“Baby, what is it?” Pipe asked.

“I can’t do this.”

Her hands were shaking, and she wanted everything he’d said. The need to be fucked and touched and to belong was so damn strong that it was making it almost impossible for her to think straight.

“Elena.”

Even the way he said her name made her shiver in anticipation for more.

“What?” she asked, staring down at the ground.

He wouldn’t let her get away without looking at him. He placed a finger underneath her chin and forced her to look up at him.

“What are you hiding?” he asked.

She licked her lips, and tears filled her eyes. “I can’t do this. It’s a mistake. Saint—”

“Don’t do it. You’re hiding something, I know you are. You’re hot for me. Your pussy is slick, begging to be fucked. I know it is.”

“Stop.” He was breaking her resolve, and she didn’t know how she was going to stand strong against him. The last thing she wanted was for him to see her scars. Her scars were ugly to her.

No one saw them, not even Sarah. She always made sure to change away from any prying eyes.

“Why are you hiding?Whatare you hiding?”

“What makes you think I’m hiding anything? I don’t want to have sex with you.”

It was all lies. She wanted to be with Pipe.

He stood watching her for several seconds. She didn’t know how much time had passed. Suddenly, he turned away, and sat down on the edge of the bed. “You were fire in my arms, Elena. You’re hiding something, and you’re trying to push me away. I’ve seen the way you are. You don’t let people get to close. Talk to me.”

“Why should I talk to you?”

You’re being childish, and you know it. Stop it, Elena.

“I don’t see anyone else here willing to talk to you. You can trust me with your secrets. Tell me what is causing you so much pain?”

Her throat felt thick, dry, and it was impossible for her to swallow.

“There’s no one I can trust. You’re a rival biker.” She stared into his dark gaze, and instead of seeing a killer, she saw a man who wanted her. He wasn’t chasing after Saint or being part of the club. His only interest was her.

“You can trust me.”

“Why?”

“I’ve had multiple opportunities to tell Saint about what is going on between us. I helped you last night when you wanted to get away.”

She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, and saw that he indeed spoke the truth.

“Talk to me, Elena. You can’t keep it locked up inside.”

I want to talk. I want to tell him the truth.

“I’ll understand if you don’t want me anymore,” she said.

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